Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.